It’s in the moments.

My mom and brother visited last week, and to say we’ve been unlucky is an understatement.

I can't remember a time when we didn't return home absolutely SOAKED.

It poured (the windy kind, too) non-stop for 3 of the 4 days they were here. **

And let's just say our umbrellas weren't up for the challenge...

Yet, we had the most special of times.

Watching a movie at night, peeling apples after dinner, making coffee in the morning, talking about home.

Choosing to live apart from your family isn't the easiest of decisions, but it's also an eye-opener.

The most mundane and banal things become the most meaningful.

It makes you realize it's in the moments, not days, or weeks.

** That didn’t stop my brother and I from going for a run. Might as well. 🤷‍♂️